In 1980 a Rwandan man was forced by his tribe to either renounce Jesus or face certain death. He refused and was killed on the spot.
The night before his execution he wrote down his thoughts which were found in his room. We apparently don’t know the man’s name.
A few nights ago at a Men’s meeting at our church someone read what he wrote.
I Was deeply moved. I am passing it along to all of you. May you be both inspired and convicted as I am in reading this and thinking about it. It prompted me ask myself what price I am paying, or am willing to pay, for my faith in Jesus?
Here it is, exactly as this man wrote 42 years ago:
I am part of the “Fellowship of the Unashamed.”
The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line.
The decision has been made. I am a disciple of
Jesus Christ. I won’t look back, let up, slow down,
back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present
makes sense, and my future is secure.
I am finished and done with low living, sight walking,
small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams,
chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position,
promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I now live by
presence, lean by faith, love by patience,
lift by prayer, and labor by power. My pace
is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my
road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few,
my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought,
compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back,
diluted, or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the
presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy,
ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander
in the maze of mediocrity.
I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until
Heaven returns, give until I drop, preach until all know,
and work until He comes. And when He comes to get
His own, He will have no problem recognizing me.
My colors will be clear.